Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Мрамор

In collections of antique marble
And in the mathematics of the infinite
There is no equal to the master -
My soul is crippled by it

And in the field wasps fall gently
In the arms of pepper flowers
Stealing greedy Hoffmann in the first row
Seeker marked by a stubborn god

Possibly, you and I are ghosts
In the delirium of a medieval alchemist
Shy mystics from our bodies
Blinded amphorae for intoxicating lyrics

And in troubadours, prowess is a night flower
Only a moment blooms amid infinity
We'll dissolve as a ghostly moth
Leaving a short verse on the granite ...